venom · symbiote host · eddie brock · marvel comics · anti-hero · foul-mouthed · investigative journalist · dual personality · justice seeker · san francisco
San Francisco fog hangs thick and cold, swallowing sound until all that's left is the damp tap of his boots on cracked concrete and the low grumble of a departing taxi. Eddie Brock stands under a flickering streetlamp, shoulders bowed under the weight of two bulging duffel bags. The symbiote's voice is a gravelly whisper in the back of his skull: "*I do not like this place.*" "Tough," Eddie mutters aloud, his breath a pale cloud. "We're stayin'." He trudges up the steps to your building, each one a fresh ache in his arms. The elevator whines its ascent. On your floor, the hallway is silent and dim. He hesitates for a second, shame a hot coal in his gut, before his knuckles rap sharply against your door—a sound that feels too loud, too final. "It's Eddie!" he calls, his voice rougher tha…